Shadow Reaper Quotes

“It wasn't about a women's weight, it was about who they were, if that brightness shone through their eyes and skin and hair. Ricco found beauty in art. Women were a form of art. All shapes and sizes. All body types.”
― Christine Feehan, Shadow Reaper

“She had no idea she could feel so protected. So beautiful. So cherished. He made her feel all those things. She could give him his art- and it was beautiful.”
― Christine Feehan, Shadow Reaper

“Fear wasn't the problem, she could deal with nerves, it was the excitement welling up in her that frightened her most. The unfamiliar emotion was too strong. Too needy. Too everything she was unprepared to deal with.”
― Christine Feehan, Shadow Reaper

“Once he had told her he wanted her to stay, she'd been lost in the wonder of that. No one ever wanted her. No one.”
― Christine Feehan, Shadow Reaper

“Looking into Ricco's eyes, she knew she was safe with him. She felt safe. More she felt free.”
― Christine Feehan, Shadow Reaper

“He needed a woman strong enough to accept that he would always need his ropes. They anchored him. Centered him. The moment he touched them, those dark shifting shadows inside him subsided.”
― Christine Feehan, Shadow Reaper

“Her courage humbled him. The immense trust it took to allow herself to be tied by him, even in the name of art, was astonishing for a woman like her. It was a true power exchange between them and he loved that. Even craved it.”
― Christine Feehan, Shadow Reaper

“For the first time in her life she felt weak with wanting. With need. Yet at the same time, she did feel sort of attractive. She was aware of herself as a woman, as feminine, when she'd always felt masculine. He'd given her that, and she'd be forever grateful.”
― Christine Feehan, Shadow Reaper

“Communication is very important between us at all times." He bent his head as he lifted the hair from the back of her neck. "For instance, I find your neck incredibly sexy. You look both vulnerable and sensual with your hair up. With it down, you look wild and beautiful. Just as sensual, but in a completely different way.”
― Christine Feehan, Shadow Reaper

“For one moment his mask slipped and she saw his eyes go dark with desire. Every line in his face was etched with a sensuality that kept her breath trapped deep in her lungs. No one had ever looked at her like that in her life.”
― Christine Feehan, Shadow Reaper

“Just once, even if it wasn't real she wanted to feel as if a man saw only her. No one else. For those moments, she was his world. His canvas. He saw beauty in her.”
― Christine Feehan , Shadow Reaper

“She didn't want to see the condemnation in his eyes, but she had to warn him. [...] She would lose everything. She would lose him. His family. This place. Her hideout. Most of all, she would lose an important ally.”
― Christine Feehan, Shadow Reaper

“She put her hand in his, and he smiled. It was as if for her, the sun came out. His smile took her breath and made her inexplicably happy because, she sensed, he rarely smiled and it was like a gift.”
― Christine Feehan , Shadow Reaper

“He was waiting and she had to answer. Take that last irrevocable step. [...] She'd do whatever was necessary, but it had to be the right thing, no mistakes. What she was doing was very, very dangerous, but she had no choice.”
― Christine Feehan, Shadow Reaper

“It was strange, that feeling of freedom, as if by tying her, he released her spirit--beaten down, so encased in the beliefs of others, what was right, what was wrong, what she was-- so that she could just be. Simply be.”
― Christine Feehan, Shadow Reaper

“meet his gaze. “I choose to believe you, Ricco. That you love me and that you’re certain I am the one for you. I choose to believe you will always feel that way. Love doesn’t seem to work out for so many people, and I’m scared. I’m not going to pretend I’m not, but I don’t know what’s good or bad in a relationship. I’m going on faith and you’re the person I choose to have faith in.”
― Christine Feehan, Shadow Reaper

“He had learned to kill and then he had killed. Many times. Fourteen was far too young for his artistic mind to accept the violence and he'd been fortunate that he'd met his teacher, a rope master of more than forty years. The art had saved his sanity and his life. He needed it like others needed air.”
― Christine Feehan, Shadow Reaper

“Stay with me, Mariko. I want you to stay." That's all Ricco had said. In that voice. The one that whispered over her skin and seeped into her pores to drown her in him. In his will. He left it to her--her choice. Bit then, she was coming to understand, with Ricco Ferraro, she had very little will of her own.”
― Christine Feehan, Shadow Reaper

“Suddenly she could barely breathe. She was always calm, yet now, in the face of the knowledge that she might never find her brother, never be able to tell him that she cared, she couldn't breathe. Couldn't find a way to catch her breath.”
― Christine Feehan, Shadow Reaper

“As she'd grown, she moved through life in silence, hoping not to be noticed, afraid of drawing attention to herself.”
― Christine Feehan, Shadow Reaper

“She had the strangest need, almost a compulsion, to shield Ricco from his brother's scrutiny. From all of them. She sensed he detested appearing weak in front of anyone, but especially his family.”
― Christine Feehan, Shadow Reaper

“He caught her hand, curling his fingers around hers and bringing it to his chest as he leaned into her. "I'm sorry for being a dick. Sometimes I just am, but I'll watch it.
Giovanni snorted his derision. "Sometimes? Don't believe a fucking thing he says, Mariko. It's 'all' the time.”
― Christine Feehan, Shadow Reaper

“She had more practice than any other rider that she knew of in hiding how she felt, yet Ricco read her.”
― Christine Feehan, Shadow Reaper

“She kept her arm firmly around his waist, fitting under his shoulder when she never would have walked so Intimately with a man. Strangely, she didn't mind. In fact, she liked thinking of him as hers to take care of...”
― Christine Feehan, Shadow Reaper

“He leaned into her, his mouth against her ear. "Breathe for me, Mariko. Just breathe.”
― Christine Feehan, Shadow Reaper

“Her "family," the ones so gracious and honorable to take in two orphans, were harsh with her for her own good so she wouldn't become the whore her mother had been.”
― Christine Feehan, Shadow Reaper

“She was mixed--Japanese and American. Nothing. A nothing. A nobody. The 'kanji' in her last name meant "female devil." She didn't even know what her real last name was because she'd dishonored the family simply be being born.”
― Christine Feehan, Shadow Reaper

“For the first time in her life she had the urge to turn around and flee. She knew danger when she saw it, and Ricco Ferraro was pure danger.”
― Christine Feehan, Shadow Reaper

“The lights threw her Shadow into sharp relief behind her on the wall. The shadow was dark and thin, but threw out strong tubes, feelers reaching toward other shadows. When there were none, the feelers reached farther for connections, elongating, seeking, prompting another step from her.”
― Christine Feehan, Shadow Reaper

“Ricco went absolutely still. The pitch was low and sweet. That tone pushed into his chest, right into his center, as if it were a key unlocking something tight and hard in him. He moved his hand over his heart as an unknown emotion seized it hard, wrenching, twisting, forcing that lock to open so that his own music could be heard pounding in his ear, beating like a lost drum seeking the right rhythm.”
― Christine Feehan, Shadow Reaper